The Space Before the Jump

I’m back in Myrtle, and the summer is melting away faster than an ice cube on a South Carolina sidewalk. We’re already a week into August, and it’s very strange to not be getting ready to head back to school for a new semester. I’ve been turned down for 3 internships so far, which I have mixed feelings about. On one hand, rejection obviously never feels great and I wish I knew what my solid next step was going to be; however, on the other hand, I don’t necessarily feel like I’d be prepared to start an internship at the beginning of September anyway. The way these internship seasons work is definitely more tailored to people currently enrolled in school, and living in or near the area where the internship is offered. For me, I was looking at it as an opportunity to have a reason for moving somewhere new, even if that meant I would have about 2-3 weeks to find somewhere to live in a major city somewhere.

As the summer goes by, and I either get rejected from an internship or I just don’t hear back from one at all, it’s starting to look like I might jump on over to my Plan B. My Plan B is to write the names of a bunch of east coast cities on pieces of paper and then pick one out of a hat and move there. Or maybe do a little bit of research first to narrow it down a bit, and then pick one out of a hat. Either way, all I know is that I can’t stay in Myrtle Beach for too long or I’ll get stuck here. I fall in this weird mental rut when I’m here for some reason, and I just know that if I stay here for too long I won’t remember how to feel motivated to do what I really want to do.

For now I’m just gonna wait until I hear back from the other internships, and try to make the most of my lil’ holiday/break I’ve got going on here until I decide what’s next. I want to do big things, I just have to figure out how to make that happen.

Stay rad,


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